Luyện nghe bài hát English Fire

Seven brides serve me sins
Seven seas for me
Orient gates to Rlyeh
Abydos to

And sing from stern
But now I to play
For I yearn to to woodland ferns
Where Herne and his huntress lay

Now the tidal are turning, the darkness
The great purgations of distinguished
Are but stills in time to the thrill that Im once
Heading to the bedding of her shores

The wind in Satanic mill sails
Eyes flickered in deep of trees
And mists clung tight in panic to
When spoke her soul to me

From Imbolg to
to Samhain feasts
I heard her lament as blent
Together a beast

Now the tidal are churning in darkness
The celebrations of extinguished
Are but stills in time to the chill that once more
Dreading the red on her English shores

Gone are the summers of my youth
winters cut their sacred throats
With polished scythes that worldwide
Pitch black skies and smoke

And the hosts I saw there
Drones of law
the ghosts of my forbears
To rove and rally more

One of her sons the vast far flung
Come home to
The rampant of the Leonine
Risen over fields

Now the tidal are turning burning in
The salvation of her hungry
spill like wine from the hills to chines that pour
Spreading her beheadings on these English

For the that I saw there
of carrion law
Drove the of my forbears
To rove and rally more

is a waking for England
From its reticent
This is a waking for
Lest hope and glory are as foes